In many times of my life, this simple challenge has kept my creative writing inertia active when seemingly the rest of my life-world was mitigating against it (such as currently). I am happy to join this group again, and hopefully contribute small pieces of worth… and ensure my pen stays active. Thank you Friday Fictioneers!

The Empties

For ages, they spoke about ‘the Empties.’ Of everything, they said. No emotion, no perception, no experience, or meaning. No one would know. Even absence would be left behind. We imagined, but really hadn’t. It must have come. If/then occurred. This be ‘the Empties.’ There is no knowing. There is no happens. There is no history or time. Perhaps no space. A strange again of Only Things.

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I love the image choice with this. It makes me think of ghost ships, that which move through water without life…or a life we simply cannot see or understand. All that is assumed of life is Not, with them, and yet, does that mean THEY are not? No. Curious how life and not-life weave in and out… (I have to admit, though, that seeing “empties” first made me think of empty beer bottles. Not sure what that says about ME at this time of the morning…anyway.)